It is out of fear that I do not sayTo her, the words, I need to speakEven though I know, neither her or IAre guaranteed to wake to the morning light tomorrowI know that today, this hour, or even this very momentMay be the last chance to tell her what she means to meIt is out of fear that I can't open my heartfor her, to tell her how I feel about herWhy is it always out of fear, that I can't say to her"I love you"

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